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-- Woodrow Wilson
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You've been telling me to relax all the way here, and now you're telling
me just to be myself?
-- The Return of the Secaucus Seven
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Nothing is so firmly believed as that which we least know.
-- Michel de Montaigne
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If food is not reasonably clean, return uneaten portion for partial refund
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Marriage is the waste-paper basket of the emotions.
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"I have examined Bogota," he said, "and the case is clearer to me.
I think very probably he might be cured."
"That is what I have always hoped," said old Yacob.
"His brain is affected," said the blind doctor.
The elders murmured assent.
"Now, what affects it?"
"Ah!" said old Yacob.
"This," said the doctor, answering his own question. "Those queer
things that are called the eyes, and which exist to make an agreeable soft
depression in the face, are diseased, in the ca
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